Heavenly Dome Palace, the side hall of the council hall.

There are only five people who are qualified to walk in here... Metternich, Lord of the Seals, Serverin, Minister of War, Victor, Lord Chancellor, Tellus, Ecclesiastical Inquisitor, and Albert, Advisor to the Wizards.

For the person who called them in was their Emperor Majesty.

“...... I don't think I need to tell you why I'm here?"

Eckhart II's face sank like water, and his gaze swept cold and majestic across the faces of every Imperial Minister: "The meaning of the Imperial Judgment... You should know better than I do. ”

"Why is this happening?"

The Lord Keeper of the Seals placed his hands in front of him and let out a low sigh, the silent sigh that added a wrinkle to Victor's forehead, and his tensed hands were already showing their tenses.

The frowning church judge's expression was a little distorted, and he snorted resentfully to express his dissatisfaction, as if he was still indignant at the information he had just received.

Albert Tarot's eyes closed slightly, and he shook his head, his expression of grief solemn to the extreme.

"This is not the fault of the Lord Chancellor, Your Majesty. ”

Sighing, the last person to speak was still the Minister of War, Severin de Salion, and couldn't help but rush: "The range of activities on a regular basis every day, two arraignments, round-the-clock surveillance, three meals a day with a person in charge of inspection, and the garrison of half a hundred-man army is outside......"

"What's more, it's a black prison there... There won't be a second safer and tighter place in the whole empire besides the Broken Mountain Fortress and the Heavenly Dome Palace! Who would have guessed that he would find an opportunity......

"Cervirin de Salion!"

Eckhart gently interrupted his military minister, and although it was only an understatement, the imperial ministers already felt the anger of His Majesty the Emperor.

Without a moment's hesitation, Severin bowed decisively.

In the dead silence of the side hall, the atmosphere has been depressed to the extreme.

"Things have come to this point, there is no point in blaming and punishing, what I want is an answer!" His Majesty the Emperor's tone became more and more cold, and every word contained infinite anger:

"I don't want to hear... My ministers, my loyal Imperial Cabinet has done its best... This pointless nonsense, Metternich!"

"Your Majesty?"

"Let's come up with a plan to solve the current problem first, after tonight, rumors will spread in the imperial capital. The corners of Eckhart's mouth crossed a sarcastic arc:

"I know our loyal subjects all too well... The more they love, the more resentment they have, the gossip, the rumors, the whispers... Even the plague and poison that spread within the imperial capital must not give them a chance!"

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

The Minister of the Seal bowed slightly, but the expression on his face was very subtle: "But what I am thinking about now is something else. ”

"Loren Turin. Eckhart raised an eyebrow.

"It's this wizarding advisor to His Highness Brandon... I've sent someone to deliver the news, and now I'm afraid he's arrived in the black prison. Metternich sighed softly:

"I have heard of many deeds of His Excellency Loren, who will do whatever it takes to achieve his ends... Although he is still a principled person in most cases, he often makes not very rational actions. ”

"What will he do this time?"

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Royal Academy of Wizards, Lussac Corvo Laboratory.

In the dimly lit laboratory, the petite figure of the little wizard was still lying on the ground, desperately rummaging through the mountains of materials and various records, every cabinet, every piece of parchment had traces of what she had fumbled with, and she could even recite the page number of every line.

Lusen, who was holding his sword in both hands, stood silently in the corner, he couldn't remember how many candlesticks he had changed, but he didn't say a word at the petite figure that was tired but never stopped, and he was busy all the time.

His brows furrowed slightly, and the hand holding the sword slowly tensed.

That's the only thing I can do.

It's the same in the Ice Wasteland, Dragon King - Loren Turin, Isaac Grantham, Ain Rand... They are all unimaginable and gifted people, and only they can find the essence or the key to the problem in a chaotic situation.

All I can do is do my best to protect them and fulfill the mission they have given me.

This is who you are, and the good quality of every Wirtz for thousands of years... Silent soldiers.

Under the tips of the dark blue hair, the still slightly immature face made the young man's silver-gray pupils as bright as the cold moon.

He doesn't have such a gifted mind like them, and he knows nothing about magic and evil gods, and he has never had any beliefs.

Himself, is a sword, useless except to kill.

But if His Excellency Loren Turin and his friends need their own strength, then ......

"Found it, this is it, this is it——!!!!"

The excited little wizard stood up suddenly, tired and unable to hide the surprise in her expression, and with trembling hands clutched a whole roll of parchment in her arms.

The gray-eyed boy who saw her expression couldn't help but show a relaxed smile, and the hands holding the hilt of the sword were slightly released.

Right now......

"Bell ——!"

Piercing notes rang out abruptly in the dead corridor outside the door.

The expressions of the two changed at the same time, and the little wizard with a pale face hurriedly got up and handed the scroll in his arms to Lu Sien: "Quick, leave with these, it's too late!"

"Absolutely not! I promised Your Excellency Loren that nothing will happen to you!" the gray-eyed young man's expression tightened, and his hand holding the sword tightened again: "You must not stay here any longer, come with me!"

"But......," the little wizard bit his lip.

"There's nothing to do, don't you want to hand it over to Loren yourself?!" hurriedly ignored it, and directly grabbed the screaming Al Yin and carried her whole body on his back.

"Your Excellency, please hold on to me, grit your teeth and don't bite your tongue, because there may be a little bump in the future. ”

"Huh?!"

"Bang ——!"

The moment the words fell, the thin figure who slammed open the door had already drawn his sword, and only to see an afterimage rushing out of the corridor like a gale.

In the dead room, only a petite and cute moon shadow cat was still lying on a chair, its scarlet eyes staring at the door that had been slammed open, and the empty corridor.

Five minutes later......

"They've gone far. ”

The man in black who appeared at some point glanced coldly at the broken door lock, and turned his gaze to several subordinates in the same costume behind him: "I didn't expect it... An ordinary alchemist, so vigilant. ”

"This is no ordinary alchemist... Otherwise, Master Rutte Infinit would not have personally instructed him. Another voice came, as if talking about the weather:

"Not to mention the absurd order of 'kill if necessary' to nine night watchmen at the same time. ”

"They can't go far. The man in black pulled out the short knife on his waist and said deliberately slowly: "From the academy to the Heavenly Dome Palace... If you can't stop even two ordinary people... The night watchmen of Golovin are about to lose face. ”

"It's really going to be done, but Lord Rout Infinit ......"

"Now is not the time to stick to orders, there will be variables in the imperial judgment at any time, and our duty is to minimize the possibility of variables!"

"But ......"

"It's nothing, are you willing to be a spy for the rest of your life?!" the man in black snorted coldly: "Do you remember that guy who was transferred back from Ebolden... Just a newcomer, just because he has spied on His Highness Brandon, has now climbed on top of us!"

The Night's Watch looked at each other and nodded, and the man in black snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Alas... Leaving so soon?"

The delicate and soft sound caused the night watchmen to change color and freeze in place.

The girl in a black and red dress sat on the originally empty chair, her bare little feet in the air, and a pair of scarlet eyes were as red as blood in her pale and delicate doll-like face.

"When we first met, my name was Ariel... Of course, you can also call me Asrael, if you like. ”

"You guys just seemed to be discussing something terrible......"

"Bad boys who do this must be punished a little bit......"

"You don't think you will refuse, do you?"

"Because Ariel has never tasted it yet... Fresh plasma... What exactly does it taste like......